21 May A happy death

Maybe writing about the tree, drawing it, tracing the leaves, is a form of embodied writing. A way of finding the human voice of existing in this strange time of confinement and fear. Of using memories, senses – sometimes migraine shattered – and experienced moments to document a specific and very concrete embodied experience. Noticing the cold yellow light through the needles, the droplets of water forming on their ends, the darkness in its depths, and like Mersault in A Happy Death,[i] making a conscious effort for presence in the moment and a will to happiness.

[i] Camus, A. A Happy Death